You'd better listen to the radio

iTunes update: the website indicates that I am not the only one to experience this excitement. It is suggested that I remove the software, then manually delete every iFolder and then reinstall iTunes and then reboot.
No Joy.
Maybe I'll try it again tomorrow.

Did she jump or was she pushed?

It's Friday. Ask me a question.
(Also, 24 hour update. After following detailed 'extermination plans' and hunting down an old copy of iTunes, I am once again able to listen to music on my computer.)

I'm looking through you

I went out on a limb and ordered uniform trousers two inches smaller than the last time. (I held on the shirts because my shoulders are just as wide and I don't think my monumental gut has shrunk any.)
They arrived earlier this week, and this morning I'm wearing all new uniformity.
...So far, except for the unhemmed quality of the trouser legs, all appears well. No tingling numbness, no ominous ripping sounds when I move, no looking like the bottom half of me is a deformed mutant navy blue forked sausage.

I'll face it with a grin

Okay, the first good news was that I was getting off work an hour early tomorrow. Then I found out I was coming in two hours late tomorrow (so almost a half day).
And just now, email came out about OSF's 2008 season.
Coriolanus.
Midsummer Night's Dream.
Comedy of Errors.
Othello.
Must. See. Them. All.
(Also, a Sanskrit play called the Clay Cart, Welcome Home Jenny Sutter, The Further Adventures of Hedda Gabler, and Our Town. Jesus. I can't afford to go back to school if I'm going to be able to buy tickets for all of these.)
Most of yesterday's mood has been repressed.